Recipe for cranial Jell-O
Tonight I feel like I'm wandering through an even denser mental forest than usual, and my mental forest is pretty dense most of the time, if I do say so myself. Do you sense a recurring theme here? Lots of battering of the brain lately. The thing is rubbery and fairly resilient, considering how much purposeful damage I've done to it with varying degrees of alcohol through the years.
But right now, it isn't bouncing back as quickly as once it did. It's a terribly hectic time of year at work, among other things, and add the following ingredients today:
Needless to say, my writing here is suffering horribly the last couple of weeks. But I have not lost the ability to make with the stupid in Photoshop, and when I'm not turning my friend's cats into flying monkeys, I do a pretty mean graphic approximation of the state of my brain.
Tired.
Whupped.
Nodding off during self-photo session.
I will endeavor to come back here tomorrow and talk about something that does not involve my brain or a spray bottle full of urine. And what about that urine? Was it mine or someone else's? Would it have mattered to Florence Henderson?
This is your brain. This is your brain on urine. Any questions? Anybody got any paper towels for that urine on my brain?
But right now, it isn't bouncing back as quickly as once it did. It's a terribly hectic time of year at work, among other things, and add the following ingredients today:
- A 4:30 a.m. start time to work
- My own inability to nap when I got home this afternoon
- One hour of structured stupidity (otherwise known as General Hospital)
- Two hours of laundromat
Needless to say, my writing here is suffering horribly the last couple of weeks. But I have not lost the ability to make with the stupid in Photoshop, and when I'm not turning my friend's cats into flying monkeys, I do a pretty mean graphic approximation of the state of my brain.
Tired.
Whupped.
Nodding off during self-photo session.
I will endeavor to come back here tomorrow and talk about something that does not involve my brain or a spray bottle full of urine. And what about that urine? Was it mine or someone else's? Would it have mattered to Florence Henderson?
This is your brain. This is your brain on urine. Any questions? Anybody got any paper towels for that urine on my brain?
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:59 PM
21 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Urine my thoughts. (heeheeeee I KILL myself, I tell you)
4:30 in the morning.
You are good.
Carry your urine in a spray bottle, and nothing but good will come to you. Aim for the eyes.
I'm going to bed.
I think I speak for the Internet as a Whole when I say we enjoy your brain stories. I just hope it's feeling better today.
It's really OK to talk about your brain and urine. In fact, some would even say it's a brainy idea.
Brainy ideas are always the most fun!
Susie- you just need to carry around a little tape recorder that plays a rimshot when you talk.
Do you do this to your patients, too? If I were your patient, my whole session would be spent convulsed in laughter. And then I would likely pee on your couch.
M_D - I always go for the eyes. I will protect us all.
Squirl - the brain feels ever so slightly better today. I have the icepack helmet on today.
Susie and Squirl - am I gonna have to come take that little suitcase away from the two of you and dump it out in the back yard?
I'd say urine need of a good nap.
And possibly, some fabulous nookie, nookie which does NOT involve urine, unless you're into that sort of thing. NTTAWWT
nookie would be SO NICE.
So...we have LadyBug and Opera Gal in favor of nookie.
Just say "yes" to nookie!
Okay, let's all say yes to nookie.
I think if the urine is someone else's that boosts the ICK factor up one notch.
Absolutely "YES" to nookie. Just not at 4:30 am.
You people are nookie obsessed.
Which is why we all get along so well. 'Cause everybody's on the Nookie Train.
As the Pips might say, "Woooo! Woooo!"
There seems to be a pee theme running amuck all over blog world these days.
I am worried. We all need to learn to hold it better or we need to get that over active bladder medication.
Yup--nookie would help--it pretty much always does, doesn't it?!
Susie made me laugh out loud....I'm tired today...
Do you think that Florence's urine is all greasy-like? Maybe a little "Urinality?"
I say if we control our overactive bladders, how will we defend ourselves in those Ultimate Street Fights?
Yes, nookie is a good thing. I wonder what Martha Stewart would say?
And I like to imagine that Flo's urine is greasy. If anyone knows otherwise, please don't tell me - let me live in my little greasy-urine fantasy world.
Thank you, Bucky, for the Pips mention. Woooo woooo! On that Nookie Train
Poor Bucky! Your brain seems to be going through one hell of a time. Maybe you need a vacation?
I’ll say yes to nookie, too.
It's like a close up of a Ramones video on acid.
Schmootz - yeah, I'm channeling Joey Ramone bigtime here, eh?
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